Well, blogging. Here we are again. When Facebook first came out, it was this medium I did not understand. I used to put out all kinds of thoughts on it. Mostly short things I considered jokes or neat observations. Other long stuff, either using the notes function or dropping long Facebook status'. Now I feel rather distrustful of Facebook, hard to put my finger on why... maybe it's the giant soul-less money making algorithms that incorrectly guess what kind of clothes I would like to wear. My style is usually described by my father as "Did you get dressed in the dark again?" And Luckily I do not have enough shame, so here is a photo as proof!
It's been a weird 12 months. I am sure everyone can say that. It has had a few ups, but the downs feel like they stand out more, which is sad to say. I consider myself someone with a pretty sunny disposition overall. Generally able to absorb the bad and dwell more on the good. But after 10 months of people, governments, and health experts (🙄) telling me what to do, how to do it, and how to feel about it. I have had enough over the whole thing frankly. But it feels taboo to say more than that at this point unless you feel like you are in an audience that agrees with you somewhere around 75% or more. So, how about these masks huh? Person A: "Idiots do not where them!" Person B: "They do not do anything and only sheep wear them!" Great! Glad we had that (somewhat exaggerated) chat.
12 months ago I was a youth pastor, and now I am sitting in my uncle and aunt's kitchen as Uncle Danny flirts with Auntie Vera as she gives him a hard time about something or other and he chuckles away. Something like 16 years ago I started coming to this farm to hangout with my cousins and do random chores as they were needed. There were all these smily little kids that us bigger kids would pack around and try and make smile. Now 16 years later all those same little kids are much bigger and packing around other small kids and trying to make them smile. One of the cooler life circles that I have gotten to be a part of.
Sometime during this pandemic, one of my favourite (I have many) humans decided to send me some real life mail. It was my cousin Pearl who in her lockdown boredom had decided to take up our dropped correspondence from a year or two previously. I was ecstatic to hear from Pearl, and it was so kind of her to take the time for me. And at that point, my heart was warmed back up and set with motivation to go north when I got the chance. When I was trucking this summer, I was hoping that my company would send me to Fort Nelson, and I told them how much I wanted to go many times. After almost sending me three times, they mostly left me to delivering bread to the company I now consider my bitter enemy, Canada Bread. But how they became my enemy is for another day. So when those truck runs did not work out, I had hoped my two week vacation from Edmonton to Vancouver to Grande Prairie might be able to add a 14 hour detour to Fort Nelson, but our butts just could not take the journey. Then as I started looking for work in December it crossed my mind to see if Uncle had space for me, and he said he could have me working tomorrow if I got up here. So after sitting on my butt for large stretches of lockdown 2 in December it was time to go. Emily and I celebrated my 32nd birthday on the fourth of January and now over the last 18 days we have seen each other once! Brutal! But she was house sitting and now gets to pack our house up.
So for now, I am up here living a peaceful life with my cousins, watching the Oilers, mulching wood, and simply getting back to normal. I told Pearl it was probably her fault it was on my mind to come up here, and she said if that was the case, she was not sorry😃. So now I wait for Emily to get up here with my poodle! (And her dog, and the cats.) So as long as I am making new routines, I am hoping to add a regular blog into the mix to see if it sticks!
Clinton Laurence Pigeau
January 22, 2021
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